The year's most celebrated records are filled with a feeling of mourning. In light of the sharp and gloomy rupture with political responsibility, protections for vulnerable communities, and the advance of machine learning into creative fields, this artistic focus is not unexpected. As performers including Anna von Hausswolff and RosalĂa aimed for elevation, and others Bad Bunny and KeiyaA created songs of defiance, Dev Hynes delivers a intimately private reflection on sorrow.
The artist's latest full-length work as his musical alias is distinctly keyed into the fragmented, distracted headspace that follows the death of a loved one. Titled Essex Honey, its restive character is summed up in its aching introductory lyrics. These words can be seen as juxtaposing the departing's peace with the living's struggle to grasp it: “In your grace, I searched for some purpose,” Hynes vocalizes. “Yet I discovered nothing, and I persist in hunting for a truth.”
“All the music is cast in a nostalgic light, and flows the way the mind does.”
This search is far-flung. The collection reimagines a well-known indie tune into a driving chorale. On other tracks, sharp angular rock songs simmer with agitation. An openly heartfelt pairing contrasts laid-back, flute-accented groove. Hynes' attention shifts during particular pieces, frequently to discomfiting effect. Abruptly, a breakbeat will burst in and agitate smooth violin lines.
When allowed to immerse you, the album progresses like breezes playing outside a pane. Despite all its stark contrasts, it feels profoundly organic. This is achieved not only through earthy hints of found sound—seagull cries, television clips, intimate discussions—but due to Hynes' mastery as an arranger. Harmonies interestingly sound simultaneously offhand and perfectly executed.
He seldom perform solo. The album's notable guest list is a proof of a network cultivated over 20-plus years in the scene. Yet these contributors are not used showily; they act more like patchwork pieces in a beautifully comfortable quilt, there as ballast and to externalise desolate emotions.
This work grapples with a powerful outlook: when the worst has happened, how can something hold meaning? Hynes' suggestive lyrics constantly revisit the past, grasping to recollections. He almost shelving the record, wondering its purpose. A realization of privilege—the opportunity to offer music with an listeners—transformed its essence. The closing number ends with a echo of the first line, sounding like a yielding to the unchangeable. The arresting and instinctive album seizes the feeling of a life altered, outlining its awful new shape with beauty.
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